god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the site i am dreaming

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

that looks like my instagram account

isaac newton

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

this will be about a slug

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

It Will Get Lighter


December 2025

we can only engage in such a way

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

ahnaf abrar

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

bro i read nothing in my life

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation


like magnets

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

autonomy of learning

magnetises a pin

not so on: yvf(wthw)

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

its good short few pages

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.